Surprisingly, when Ellie dreams there is a lack of bloaters, clickers, and runners. In fact, there's very little that could be considered scary--it's almost always Boston, and while the crumbling buildings and dirty streets devoid of people could be uneasy for some, it's not for her. It's home. Twenty year old cars that would never move again. Ration notices posted about, mixed in with wanted signs for the Fireflies. It's all she ever knew before Joel and Tess smuggled her out.

Tonight, she's sitting in her old room. Old magazine clippings cover the portion under the bunk bed that's hers, and it's warm enough to wear shorts and a sleeveless top.

She always expects Rylie to come greet her, but she never does.